The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The torrential rain in Hangzhou has finally stopped.

Only the water dripping from under the eaves continued to fall, tapping against the wet cement floor.

The air was filled with the earthy smell of freshly turned soil, mixed with the unique fragrance of grass and trees in Xixi Park.

Lin Che pushed open the heavy glass door of Building No. 1 and walked out.

Behind him, the brightly lit operations room was isolated in another world.

The commotion was still going on; the public relations department was drafting a manifesto, the finance department was mobilizing funds, and the technology department was setting up the live streaming platform.

Everyone was like a wound-up gear, working frantically for tomorrow's "counterattack".

Only him.

The person who had wound up the clockwork himself now stood on the steps and lit a cigarette.

"call--"

White smoke dissipated in the cool air.

Lin Che took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs and dispelling the heat that had accumulated in the conference room for several hours.

He looked up at the vast park in front of him.

Even at this moment, in the dead of night, Ali remains a city that never sleeps.

Thousands of windows were lit.

Behind the window are countless young programmers, operations staff, and product managers.

They drank Red Bull, typed code, and burned their youth for the upcoming IPO and the dream of cashing out their stock options.

once Upon a time.

Lin Che was one of them.

I lose sleep worrying about a P7 promotion spot, and get fired up by a motivational quote from Jack Ma.

Like a screw, nailed to this huge commercial machine.

But now.

Lin Che flicked his cigarette ash, and a spark fell into the puddle, making a soft "hissing" sound.

"I may still be a cog in the machine."

He looked at the tall, slender figure reflected on the glass curtain wall.

"But I now hold the switch for this machine."

A black Audi A6 silently glided over and stopped at the bottom of the steps.

The car window rolled down, revealing Fatty Wang's oily, yet excitedly flushed face.

"Brother Che, shall we head back to headquarters?"

"Um."

Lin Che opened the car door and got into the back seat.

"Drive slowly."

The wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing up two streams of water.

The car drove out of the park and onto the empty Wenyi West Road.

Lin Che leaned back in the leather seat and closed his eyes.

In my mind, like a movie, the scenes from the past two weeks flashed by.

A high-stakes gamble during the New York roadshow.

The crisis of being intercepted by the industry and commerce authorities when landing in Hangzhou.

From the desperate situation of being blocked by Tencent.

From the frenzy of using Martian language passwords to break through.

Then last night, Li Mo's desperate face and Mr. Ma's words, "File it out."

This is how we've come this far.

Every step is like walking a tightrope.

Every step is like dancing on the edge of a cliff.

But he survived.

It's not just about surviving.

Lin Che opened his eyes and took the black USB drive out of his pocket.

He gently stroked it in his hands.

This involves more than just data.

This is his list of spoils:

1. The Traffic Empire:

The daily active users of Weipintuan exceeded 1200 million.

Those users in lower-tier cities who were blocked by Tencent and disliked by Taobao have now all become his private assets.

He holds the key to China's vastest market.

2. Capital Shield:

Alibaba's $1 million investment.

This is not just money, it's a protective charm.

Weiguang Group has transformed from a gray-area "illegitimate child" into an "official relative" officially certified by Alibaba.

Li Mo has fallen, and the compliance department's knife has broken.

In Hangzhou, no one dares to touch him easily anymore.

3. Solid pharynx:

Micro-light logistics.

That once empty warehouse has now become a monster that churns out millions of packages.

He strangled Singles' Day.

This effectively cuts off the lifeline of all e-commerce platforms.

"Brother Che, look."

Wang Pangzi, sitting in the front row, suddenly broke the silence.

The car happened to be passing by Gudun Road.

Through the car window, you can see the building belonging to the Weiguang Group in the distance.

At the top of the building, the neon sign with the four large characters "Weiguang Group" shines brightly in the night.

And below the building.

The headlights of countless logistics trucks converged into a river of light, illuminating half the night sky.

That kind of busyness, that kind of noise.

That's the sound of money flowing.

"it's beautiful."

Fatty Wang sighed, "Brother Che, I never imagined we'd be where we are today when we were eating instant noodles in the basement six months ago."

"This is just the beginning."

Lin Che looked at the building.

There was no lingering affection in his eyes, only a higher-dimensional ambition.

"Fatty."

Do you think this building is tall?

"Wow, that's high! It's twenty stories high!"

"No."

Lin Che shook his head.

"In the face of real capital, this is just a mound of dirt."

He took out the unregistered Nokia phone.

At that moment, a short message from New York was displayed on the screen.

Edward sent:

The subpoena was withdrawn, and the SEC investigation was suspended due to "structural clarification."

Lin Che smiled.

Mr. Ma's efficiency is indeed high.

That backdated VIE agreement has already taken effect on the other side of the ocean.

The compliance crisis has been resolved.

So, what's next?

It's his turn to reap the spoils.

Lin Che edited a short message.

Recipient: David.

The brokerage manager who helped him fight his way through the US stock market.

The content consists of only one short line:

[Loading ammunition, 10x leverage, target: short sellers.]

Click send.

"call out--"

The signal traveled through the atmosphere to Wall Street on the other side of the world.

It's daytime there.

That was a battlefield.

Carson Block of Muddy Waters is probably sitting in his office right now, watching Alibaba's stock price plummet and celebrating with champagne.

He thought he had hunted a fat unicorn.

But he didn't know.

He awakened a dragon that crawled out of hell.

"Brother Che, we've arrived."

The car was parked downstairs at the Weiguang Building.

Lin Che got out of the car.

The morning breeze, carrying a slight chill, kept him perfectly awake.

He looked up at the east.

On the horizon, a hint of dawn was already breaking.

The darkness before dawn is about to pass.

He walked into the hall.

A huge world map hangs on the wall.

He had it specially hung up when he first bought the building.

Lin Che walked up to the map.

His gaze swept over Hangzhou, over Shenzhen, and over the Cayman Islands.

At last.

His gaze swept across the Pacific Ocean, fixed firmly on a single point.

New York.

He stretched out his hand.

I pressed my finger on that spot with so much force that my fingertip turned white.

"Muddy waters".

Goldman Sachs.

SoftBank.

Lin Che's voice echoed in the empty hall.

His voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried a chilling resolve.

"You set the rules."

"You manipulated the market."

"You think China is your ATM?"

Lin Che's finger slowly slid down.

It's like a knife that sliced ​​through the entire map.

"But now."

"The bookmaker has changed."

He turned around and looked at Fatty Wang following behind him.

The brother who always obeyed him and never betrayed him, even when faced with the temptation of five million in cash.

"Fatty."

"Go get some sleep."

"Get enough rest and energy."

Lin Che straightened his suit and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

The mirror inside reflected his young, cold, and desire-filled face.

"Wait until dawn."

Lin Che stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

The metal door slowly closed.

His last words were:

"We're going to...slaughter a pig!"